The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-05-20
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there any earthly soIaceE None.
We come to the obsequies, we sit with
the grief-stricken, we talk pathetically to
their soul; but soon the obsequies have
passed, the carriages have left us a5 the
door, the friends who stayed for few
days are gone, and the heart sits in desc.
lation listening for the little feet that will
never again patter through the hall, or
looking for the entrance of those whc
win never come again--sighing into the
darkness-ever and anon coming across
some book or garment, or little shoe or
picture, that arouses former association,
almost killing the heart.
Long days and nights OF suffering that
wear out the spirit and expunge the
bright lines of life, and give haggardness
to the face, and draw the flesh tight
down the cheekbone, and draw dark lines
under the sunlSen eye, and the hand Is
! tremulous, and the voice is husky and un-
certain, and the grief is wearing, grind-
ing, accommodating, exhausting.
Now, what are such TO dot Are they
merely to look into a brazen and unpity
ing heavenl Are they to walk blasted
heath unfed Of stream, unsheltered by
| overarching treei Has God turned us
out on the barren common to diet oh,
mol no mol He has not. He comes with
sympathy and kindness and love. He
understands all our grief. He sees the
/ height, and the depth, and the length, and
the breadth Of it. He is the only one that
can fully sympathize. Go and tell
Jesus
| AS long as he remembers Lazarus grave
he will stand by you in the cemetery. As
| long he remembers his own heartbreak
/ he will stand by you in the laceratiOn Of
your affections. When he forgets the
footsore way, the sleepless nights the
weary body, the exhausted mind, the aw-
| full cross, the solemn grave, then he will
| forget you, but not until then.
/ ~,
for our friends; but they were far away,
they could not get to us. We wrote to
| them; ''Come right away" or tele-
graphed: ''Take the next train"
They came at last, yet were great
while in coming, or perhaps were too late.
But Christ is always near-before you,
behind you, within you. No mother
child with such warmth and
ecstasy Of affection as Christ has shown
towards you. Close at hand--nearer than
| the staff upon which you lean, nearer
| than the cup you put to your lip, nearer
| than the handkerchief with which you
Wipe away your tears-I preach him as
an evGr-present, sympathIZing, COM
passionate Jesus. How can you stay
| away one moment from him with your
| griefsl Go now. Go and tell Jesus.
1t is often that our friends have no
power to relieve us. They would very
much like to do iti but they can not dis
| entangle our finances; they can not cure
| our sickness and raise our dead; but
glory be to God that he to whom the dis
ciples went has all power in heaven and
| on earth, and at our call he will balk our
calamities, and, at just the right time, in
| the presence of an applaudinE earth, and
a resounding heaven, will raise our dead.
He will do it. He is mightier than Herod.
He is sWifter than the storm. He is
grander than the sea. He is vas ter than
eternity. And every sword of Gods
omnipotence will leap from its scabbard,
and all the resources of inhnity be ex-
hausted, rather than that Gods child shall
not be delivered when he cries to Him for
rescue.
Suppose your child was in trouble; how
much would you endure to get him outl
you would go through any hardship. You
would say:
''I don't care what it will cost. must
get him out of that trouble"
Do you think God is not so good a father
as your Seeing you are in trouble, and
having all power will He not stretch out
His arm and deliver youl He will He is
mighty to save. He can level the noun
tan and divide the sea, and can
| extinguish the fire and save the
soul. Not dim of eye, not weak Of arm,
not feeble of resources, but with all eter-
nifty and the universe at his feet. Go and
/ tell jesus. w Ill yOut re whose Cn6GkS
are wet with the night-dew Of the grave;
ye who can not look up; ye whose hearts
are dried with the breath Of a sirocco, in
the name of the religion Of Jesus Christ
which lifts every burden, and wipes away
every tear, and delivers every captive,
and lightens every darkness, ] implore
You now, go and tell Jesus.
A little child went With her father, a
sea-captain, to sea, and when the first
storm came the little child was very
much frightened, and in the night rushed
out of the cabin and said:
Where is fatherq Where is fatherfn
Then they told her: Father Is on
deck, guiding the vessel and watching the
storm"
The little child Immediately returned to
her berth and said: 'Its all right, for
fathers on deck"
Oh, ye who are tossed and driven in this
world, up by the mountains and down by
the valleys, and at your wits end, ! want
you to know the Lord God is guiding the
ship. Your father is on decK. He will
bring you through the darkness into the
harbor. Trust in the Lord Go and tell
Jesus. Let me say that il you do not,
you will have no comfort here, and you
will forever be an outcast and wan
derer. Your death will be a sorrow.
Your eternity will be a disaster
But If you go TO him for pardon and
sympathy, all is well. Every thing will
brighten up, and joy will come 60 thy
heart and sorrow will DEPART your sins
will be forgiven and your foot Will touch
the upward path; and the shining mes
sengers that report above what Is done
here will tell 10 until the great arches OF
God resound with the glad tidings, If now.
with contrition and fun trustfulness Of
soul, you will only go and tell Jesus.
But am oppressed, when I look over
this audience. at the prospect that some
may not take this counsel aud 90 away urt-
blessed. / can not help asking what will
be the destiny Of these peoplei SO 1 never
care whether IL comes into the text or not;
I never leave my place on this platf orm
without telling them that now iB the ac-
cepted time and TO some, perhaps, the last
time.
Xerxes looked of on his army. There
were two million men--perhaps the finest
army ever maFshaled. Xerxea rode along
the lines, reviewed them, came back,
stood on some high point, looked of upon
the two million men, and burst into tears.
: At that moment, when every one supposed
he would be in the greatest eXlltation, he
broke down in grief They asked him why
be wept.
"Ah,' he said, Il weep at the thought
that 50 soon all this host viii be dead"
So / stand looking of upon this host Of
immortal men aud women, and realize the
fact, as perhaps no man can, un ess be
has been in similar position, that sooa the
places which know you now VIII know you
no more and you will be gone-whitherl ,
Whither1 There is a stirring idea which
. the poet put Ia very peculiar verse when
he said:
sris not for.uau 70 tribe; life is brief,
And sin is here
Our age is but the falling OF o leaf
dropping tear
Not many lives but only one have we-
One, only one
How sacred should that one life ever boz